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March Visual Poetry Prompt

It doesn’t take a weatherman to know to post your poems in the comments below.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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26 thoughts on “March Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. Late to the party this week. Submitting my contribution – soul of an accountant.

    Soul of an accountant

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Second Act Blogger | March 11, 2022, 3:59 PM
  2. Windblown

    To know which way
    the wind blows

    Is a talent for those
    who have a nose
    for trouble.

    The scent of trouble
    is not the smell of fear
    but thinner,

    Walled up and striving
    to escape,

    A winding serpent
    an undulation in the air.

    Best to turn your back
    on too much foresight,

    Leading to Delphis of the mind,
    and wild-haired oracles

    Whose hair is windblown
    in the stillness of the cave.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by ts19page | March 8, 2022, 10:04 PM
  3. The Last Control

    Grief hit me
    like a gust of wind
    on a clear day
    I couldn’t see it coming
    stumbled to survive
    another blow

    I knew it was you
    full of energy
    charged with rage

    Was that to laugh
    at my boring
    and simple life
    or to stir me to anger

    You don’t get to
    dictate my emotions
    anymore
    We were done
    when you sinked yourself
    in the lake
    just to have the last say

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 8, 2022, 3:37 PM
  4. The wind is my friend
    playing, pushing, teasing me
    A real Frenemy

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | March 8, 2022, 2:45 AM
  5. Blow it out of me
    Please

    Let me feel like I am me
    Again.
    Finally.

    The Anger. The Triggers.
    The boiling just under the surface.

    Let the lava stop
    cool, harden, break
    open to reveal a new me
    from the fire to the wind
    clear my mind

    Blow it out of me
    Please

    Liked by 5 people

    Posted by Nanci Arvizu | March 7, 2022, 11:23 PM
  6. Here is a Tanka Bart ..

    Abandoned (a Tanka)

    May the stormy winds
    Calmly abate in Europe
    And bring peace quickly
    Do not forget the children
    We cannot abandon them

    Liked by 6 people

    Posted by ivor20 | March 7, 2022, 7:19 AM

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